The days leading up to Jonathan Maxwell's anticipated attack were tense. Ava and Nathan meticulously reviewed their plans, knowing any misstep could spell disaster. Nathan’s protective demeanor intensified, causing Ava to feel simultaneously cherished and constrained.
One morning, Ava walked into her office, startled to find Jonathan Maxwell himself waiting calmly, his presence exuding confidence and power.
“Good morning, Ms. Matthews,” Jonathan greeted smoothly, standing up. “I believe it’s time we finally spoke face to face.”
“What do you want, Jonathan?” Ava demanded firmly, her voice steady despite her nerves.
Jonathan smiled faintly, cold amusement dancing in his eyes. “Straight to business—I appreciate that. Very well, Ava. Let’s be clear. Nathan Black is playing you. Everything
